Liu Xi tried to pull away from Bai Chen's grasp.
Bai Chen firmly pressed her fingers down and said, "Just hold it for a moment, it'll be fine soon."
His fiery gaze bore into Liu Xi. Her cheeks flushed, yet she resolutely withdrew her hand.
Bai Chen looked at Liu Xi, his eyes filled with sorrow, and asked, "Do you hate me that much?"
Liu Xi wrapped her hand in a cloth to pick up the shards from the ground and said, "The Princely Heir can see clearly that I am just a servant. A servant isn't worthy of your affections."
Her figure was shrouded in shadow as Bai Chen crouched down beside her, helping to pick up the broken pieces.
"Liu Xi, it seems your misunderstanding of me runs too deep. I am not acting on a whim, nor is this merely infatuation..."
Suddenly, Bai Chen let out a gasp of pain—his finger had been cut by one of the porcelain shards.
Liu Xi hurriedly put down what she was holding, grabbed a cloth, and pressed it against Bai Chen's wound.